Litnet

"The mysteries of my sorrows
are like a constellation beyond
the trees."

"He made careful movements
with his hands. Played a cloud study of water vapour gospel with his guitar."

"And I was left thinking that glasses
make a face look interesting.
Even handsome. Even intelligent."

"Moses’ forty years in the wilderness
became my own. I am a machine. A new leaf. I know
how to restore my own soul."

"Barefoot in the sunny road of my dreams, I tell myself this./ Babies cry. All babies cry."

"Emptiness will
be on your tongue. It will
be your mother tongue
until a replacement comes along."

"I think of you sitting down or
washing the dishes. Eating
a simple meal, never understanding
how much I love you."

"He wonders what the right
language of love is for winter guests.
How to make peace with his wife."

"The rainfall outside my window takes upon itself
a pensive transformation. An
eternity that is filled with hope."

"A cold was all around the couch.
Winter for sure when he
left."

"The letters I wrote
to you. I had to erase all
memory of conversation."

"His silence was like the steep stone folds of a mountain. She remained unseen. A quiet peaceful sea that had lost its roaring voice."

"In Knysna, his elderly parents were getting a divorce. His sister was moving house to London with her daughters and accountant husband. Yes, everybody they knew was moving up in the world. He met Nick in Tampa."

"I thought I had made a friend.
The muse stings while children sings."

"Remainders of the day
locked away inside the
health of a scientific sun."